Anti-Social

作词 : Kentrell Gaulden

作曲 : Kentrell Gaulden

[Intro]

(Mally Mall)

(Simo Fre just killed it)

[Verse 1]

1980 shit, pressin' on the highway

Come here, how you doin', sexy?

Let's go back to my place

Tryna tell her that I'm selfish, I don't wan' do it, if it ain't my way

Tryna finish with my tour, so the jet I lured back to Norway

[Chorus]

I done ran it up (Ran it up), we'll be poppin' bottles, 'til the sun come up (Come up)

I be travelin' with my partners, so the plug slow up (Slow up)

And it's time

We seen them things are not that funny, anymore

So, excuse me, if I'm actin' anti-social

[Verse 2]

I done drunk so much of lean, I'm overdosin'

I ain't with that trollin', quit all that actin', like you know me

Antidosis, antidote, hit the board and fall to pieces

We'll kick a dog quick, make him hit the floor and I want all that shit

Rockin' out (Rockin' out), sold out my arena (Sold out my arena)

My bitch been giving side eyes, told her I leave it (Told her I leave it)

Bitch up like Joe Zaza, on to my pick (Brrr)

All my problems, I'm just watching fall down to my lip

She say, "I ain't want to write you, I say I won't need it" (Ha)

Why I accept and start to cry, when you leave it? (Ha)

One thug and I fight that boy for your love, I can beat him (I can beat him)

All opps and all unnecessary girls, I delete them

[Chorus]

I done ran it up (Ran it up), we'll be poppin' bottles, 'til the sun come up (Come up)

I be travelin' with my partners, so the plug slow up (Slow up)

And it's time

We seen them things are not that funny, anymore

So, excuse me, if I'm actin' anti-social

[Verse 3]

Your water fall, I create a thunderstorm with these guns

You'll be raining down

Diamonds they cover my bed, it pay 'cause I'm drainin', can you charge me up? (Yo)

She say, "I ain't want it, you ain't say you want me" (Girl)

Why I accept and start to cry when you leave? (Yeah)

I'm a thug and I fight that boy for your love, I can beat him (I can beat him)

All opps and all unnecessary girls, I delete them

I want the whole house furnished by Rick Owens himself (Oh)

I want the cannonball and every sign by a giant again (Oh)

I wanna play for those who care to perform for me (Oh)

I wanna attempt my own show, so I can see

I don't mean to disrespect y'all, don't lie to me though

You ain't gotta pack your shit and die at the door, 'cause I'm gon' leave

You don't want me speak, don't hold it in, I told her, "Let it out"

Now this bitch talkin' 'bout my love, you make me mad

Now this bitch talkin' 'bout that love for I don't see

Showed her what my heart about, now she don't wanna leave

Forty-two verse sixteen, I fell out on codeine

Chopped a lot of hay, let they clown run off, we done fell out over a beam

[Chorus]

I done ran it up (Ran it up), we'll be poppin' bottles, 'til the sun come up (Come up)

I be travelin' with my partners, so the plug slow up (Slow up)

And it's time

We seen them things are not that funny, anymore

So, excuse me, if I'm actin' anti-social

Ah, ah, ah